The American Dream

Well the sun's settin' on the veranda As the ceilin' fan stirs the air I pour me another a-what I've been drinkinSit back in my wicker chair She's still in that big house in Houston Where we tried to find happiness Somehow I know she would not understand it If she could see me like this There's no lawn to mow 'cause the grass dosen't grow People get high every day It's a little bit hotter ya can't drink the water A dollar still goes a long way Tequila is sweet, senoritas are neat And peace of mind is free Yeah, two-hundred miles south of the border I found the American dream